Greed, hunger, jealousy, anger...
How long has it been since such emotions have appeared?
"So, you mean only those who pray devoutly and gradually wash away their original sin can be so pure, right?" Ji Jue asked curiously.
Yan Fei remained silent and nodded.
Following Ji Jue's request, he restrained the venomous words that slipped out of his mouth and the hatred and resentment that did not fit this place.
As if submerged beneath the sea, he felt suffocated after just a few short hours.
"Hey, even the living dead have such elegant titles..."
Ji Jue sighed sincerely, "Human creativity is truly boundless."
The bell rang again!
Like the tide, prayers and hymns echoed once more, covering every corner of the streets and alleys, everyone respectfully kneeling on the ground.
In the corner, two figures wearing protective talismans that reduced their presence and others' attention were indistinguishable from the ubiquitous saint statues, inconspicuous.
